Tag: food
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INNER SELF
The strange patterns of a new world revealed. The swirls and loops and whirls inside the red cabbage hypnotised him, the juicy segments of the tangerine promised cool succulence and the circular layers of the onion, bursting with that strong, sharp taste as they peeled away. What else? He stared at his fingers and thumb.…
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EASTERN ROMANCE
‘Authentic Chinese Cuisine’ screamed the signs for the tourists. Which struck her as odd since they were in Ho Chi Minh City and China was 2,000km north. Still, it looked good. Pierce wasn’t convinced. ‘Hygiene standards!’ he puffed, wiping sweat from his brow with his handkerchief. She remembered the debonair gentleman who had swept her…
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CONVERSATIONS FROM AN EDIT SUITE
‘I really must do something about my weight.’ ‘Me too.’ ‘I eat too much.’ ‘Yes, we should cut down.’ ‘I don’t exercise enough.’ ‘It’s the sedentary job.’ ‘A lunchtime walk, every day, that would help.’ ‘Raining today though.’ ‘From tomorrow then.’ ‘Light lunch for you today then?’ ‘Yes, salad, fruit juice, nothing else.’ ‘Right, I’ll…
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BON APPÉTIT
‘Salt and pepper?’ ‘I’ll bring some over, sir. Any sauces?’ ‘Ketchup, please darling.’ He gave me that look. That look that they all have that ends by drifting from my face down to my chest and as I walk away I can feel his eyes staring at my rear. The uniform we’re made to wear…
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INVASION
Forage duty. They try to tell you it’s a privilege, an honour. You’re special, a chosen one. The truth is it’s dangerous. You’re expendable and you’re exposed. Return empty-handed and you will be punished. That’s why I’m still out here as the light fails, still hunting. They only come for us at night. It’s suicide…
Iain Kelly 